1 Corinthians 13 for Christmas
If I
decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights, and
shiny balls, but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave
away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet
meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show
love to my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work at
the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to
charity, but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim
the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of
holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata, but do not focus on Christ, I
have missed the point.
Love stops
the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets
aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is
kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn’t
envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t
yell at the kids to get out of the way.
Love doesn’t
give only to those who are able to give in return, but rejoices in giving to
those who can’t.
Love bears
all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never
fails.
Video games
will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust.
But giving
the gift of love will endure.